I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all—
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.
I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho’ I see him not.
Love Poems by Sara Teasdale
Love Art – Paul Gauguin’s The Seed of the Areoi (1892)